A Collective Conscience

Thank you to everyone who provided me with a word/phrase to summarise their 2024 thus far. These are highlighted in bold.

Sugar-iced lanes of London

Lie mottled with hues of garnet;

Glacier cherries,

Berries

Of blood.

The soul of Summer

Majestically murdered 

By pathetic fallacy;

A guaranteed decree

Of creative articulation -

A eulogy to climatic exasperation

Echoed amongst

Cold commuters

Caressing cups of crimson

Under the blanketed

City sky.

This winter with her third-eye

One cannot defy,

But simply must abide-by

Her brutality. 

Scenes of solitude

And unheard utterings,

Magnified under the lens

Of a solo star,

Meander into the quarters of 

A smoky quartz.

Whispers whirl around this 

City scape saying

That something celestial is paralysing.

515 light years away Dingolay dances,

And shines bright blue

In an astral attempt to silence

An air raid siren -

Admonished by Bryon

For she does not Walk in Beauty

Under cloudless climes and starry skies,

But under the cries 

Of fear and hope;

Made tangible under the telescope

And the hands of Earth's misanthrope.

Such sentiment is overwhelming,

When remembering

The warmth of a dog's soft belly,

Reflected in her tele -

Broadcasting an empty

Utopia

Once called Ukraine.

A brutal campaign.

Bloodstain.

Lives lost in vain.

When will it be light again?

Darkness brings empty shadows 

Of a deadened state. 

A turn of fate.

Mental malevolence

Is tiring

And uninspiring

For the new woman,

With the depressing goal 

Of compassion;

Such fruitless fashion 

When modelled by a fascist.

A never-ending future of 

Discipline. 

The sky is skeletally thin -

Daubed with shards of weaponised tin.

Peaceful vibrations

Subdued in mellow 

Hues of honey yellow,

Fight 

To be bright;

Rejuvenation -

A sensation

Of intense strength,

Such is the piquancy

Of January.